POV Harry James Potter
This year's holiday was equal parts enjoyable and embarrassing, but Harry was ready to fight the embarrassment as he was extremely fond of both Rose and what she was teaching him. As the girl said, "A real man is always ready to fight for the woman he likes," so the boy decided to fight the embarrassment and the complexes, only to have the girl smile lovingly at him and praise him... well, as she knows how to do.
At first it was... difficult, in every sense of the word, but the hardest thing was not to run away. Yes, yes, as ridiculous as it sounded, and as embarrassing as it was, even to himself, facing a basilisk, a dementor, or a werewolf was not as scary as being alone with a naked girl. Correction. A stunningly beautiful girl. But even worse was getting naked in front of her.
However, Rosa turned out to be very affectionate, gentle and understanding, so she behaved extremely gently, courteously, and the very first time — the first disappointment — did not become a lifelong trauma for the guy. The girl explained that this happens to almost everyone for the first time, that this "quick finish" is due to the young man's nervousness, and it is quite normal.
On the other hand, for many men, this "failure" and "shame" leave a subtle psychological trauma forever, which causes stiffness and even fear in bed affairs. Yes, Rosa talked a lot during these "lessons", a lot, and she taught a lot, and she did not stop with the training.
What came as a shock to the teenager was the news that literally a century ago, even at Hogwarts, there had been special lessons for the sexual education of gifted children, but the practice was left to the parents of the children, i.e. they had to be taken to the "practice".
But the mere fact that special spells for protection against the most common diseases, for purification, and for protection against unwanted pregnancy were now hard to find even in widely distributed books was stunning. Especially considering the information the girl had so generously shared. But the lessons did not end with magic and practice.
Rose also taught the young man many imperceptible but very important details. Take his hair, for example. For as long as he could remember, Harry hadn't paid much attention to his hair.
No, he wouldn't go bald, but he was fine with it sticking out in different directions. Rose showed Potter how it could be done with a few strokes of her wand. And the British hero was very ashamed, because when he saw himself changed, and then Rose returned his hair to its original state, the guy wanted to fall through the floor. And why had no one ever told him that?
And if only the hair, but the girl didn't stop there, she gave him a long lecture that made Potter want to put on his father's robe and wear it for so long that everyone would forget what Harry really looked like. As he listened to his teacher, the image of Draco Malfoy kept coming back to him, only now he didn't seem to be such a peacock, he just seemed to take good care of his appearance.
Harry even managed to remember the state of Malfoy's fingernails, and then he looked at his own and immediately clenched his fingers — the sight of half broken, half chewed off nails was unpleasant even for him. Rosa laughed unconcernedly and then gave him the address of a place nearby where he could get help with his problems, and if Harry mentioned that he came from Rosa on Daisy Street, he would be served without having to wait in line.
So he went to the beauty parlor, left two dozen galleons there, but now he was not ashamed of his hands and hair, and after that he went to another shop where he bought new glasses, enchanted. No, he went to the pharmacy, and the owner of the wizard-doctor, examined him for the possibility of healing, but the conclusion was not encouraging: a long-standing curse, because of which the full vision can not return.
Too bad, the guy was really hoping to get rid of his glasses. But while all this was going on, Harry had a lot of questions, and the most important one was: why didn't Madam Pomfrey tell him anything about the curse, or about the possibility of curing his eyesight? It was strange. Very strange.
Thinking about all sorts of things, Harry didn't notice when he came to a crossroads where he bumped into someone. The boy focused his gaze on the startling green of the stranger's eyes. For some reason, a silly grin crept onto his face...
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POV Neville Longbottom
Neville was as happy as... well, an elephant, as Sora said. He hadn't quite grasped the full meaning of the expression from the strange explanation of "an elephant is big, so it's more content than someone else". And when he was asked: "But there are also whales — are they bigger than an elephant?", for some reason the guy sighed heavily, looked at them all as if they were idiots, waved his hand, and left.
The expression didn't get any clearer, but everyone started using "like an elephant" instead of "like a whale". Anyway. Neville had just come out of the flower shop, which had a much wider range of plants than just flowers. He was in a good mood after his lesson, so he agreed to look at the flowers (but what if something rare and interesting had turned up?), but the shop had a great variety of different plants, with rare and exotic ones dominating.
For the umpteenth time that day, the young heir Longbottom felt an orgasm coming on, but, thanks to Merlin, there was no embarrassment. The boy spent several hours in this amazing place (hmmm, there really are many amazing places in France.... Hmmm...), buying something extremely curious, namely "Sunset Pixie Catch" — an extremely interesting magical plant. It looks like a small but rather lush bush with oblong leaves, lots of tendrils and a large scarlet bud. It flowers very rarely — once every two or three years.
The peculiarity of the Sunset Goblin Catch is the way it feeds, or rather, hunts: when something no larger than a goblin flies within range of the plant, it spits out a clump of sticky goo from the bud, knocks the target to the ground, then draws tendrils to itself and eats. The vendor said that the bush usually grows small, but with some effort, the Sunset Pixie Catch can grow much larger — some wizards even order such large specimens from Masters specifically for home protection, as large plants can immobilize even a grown man, and it's quite easy to control — there are special spells.
Neville couldn't resist spending almost five hundred galleons to buy the seedlings and the instruction book (the growing process is complicated, so only specialists do it).
The teenager was happy, satisfied, almost happy, when he suddenly saw his friend, with whom they had been to the "lessons" today, and had gone for a walk afterwards. No, there was nothing unusual about seeing Harry, but it was a surprise to find Potter in a café (Neville had seen him behind a large glass) and in the company of an unfamiliar blonde girl.
They were talking animatedly, gesturing, smiling and laughing. It was the first time in four years that Neville had seen Harry in such a good mood, and his friends had nothing to do with it.
So the boy decided to watch: what if the boy had been enchanted? But as time went on, the Gryffindor was freezing outside, and he became more and more certain that his comrade was not bewitched... well, I mean, not bewitched... no, not again. Harry hadn't been affected by magic, though in a way there was magic here, just a little different.
And judging by the behavior of the girl he was talking to, this particular magic was affecting them both. Neville Longbottom smiled at his guess and the proof of it, was glad for his friend, turned and walked away, hoping deep in his heart that he too would be affected by the same magic.